A Broken Toy

Broken toy A broken toy Is all I am. Nothing is perfect on me, My body shape is to wide, My smile is to crooked, My hair is to short, My legs have to much muscle, My arms are to small. Misshapen wings Lie on my back  For the other men to rip, As they did to my heart. My halo has fallen of, I sit and watch all of these beautiful women Float with such passion, But I am stuck here In a world possessed by beauty.